“一闪一闪亮晶晶,满天都是小星星,挂在天空放光明,好像千万小眼睛……”稚嫩的童声从身后传来,我像被施了魔法,站在那里移不动脚步。心里不断默念:“满天星,满天星……”仰望夜空,一团团云絮成了一张沉沉的棉被,把星星的光辉隐匿得无影无踪。我怅然低眉,曳着被路灯拉得长长的影子,孑然而行。时间是魔鬼,不经意地就让他流进了我的血脉,又不经意地让我老去了一些。这个过程悄无声息却又无比残酷,我由焦虑到无奈,又由无奈到坦然。于是选择性地遗忘,免得在时 “Twinkle twinkle, all over the world are small stars, hanging in the sky to shine, it seems like millions of small eyes ... ” innocent voice came from behind, I was like magic, where the station does not move Move footsteps. Mind constantly meditation: “gypsophila, gypsophila ...” Looking up to the night sky, a cloud of clouds became a dull quilt, the stars of the light disappeared without a trace. I am disappointed with a low brow, dragging the long shadow drawn by the street lamp and walking alone. Time is the devil, inadvertently let him flow into my blood, but also inadvertently let me grow old. This process is quiet but cruel, I am anxiety to helplessness, but also by helplessness to calmly. So selectively forgotten, lest time